It was dark and raining, with bad visibility, but this was Jersey, and we don't slow down for anything.

I was waiting for my body receipt when Morelli walked in. He nodded to Ranger and grinned at me in my whiteness. “I was at my desk, and Mickey told me I had to come out to take a look,” Morelli said. “It’s floor,” I told him. “I can see that. If we add some milk and eggs, we can turn you into a cake.

THERE ARE SOME MEN who enter a woman’s life and screw it up forever. Joseph Morelli did this to me—not forever, but periodically.

Life is about survival of the fittest, and Jersey is producing the master race.

There's me and then there's you, and you aren't ever going to be as good as me, Sweet Thing." Ranger

Any intelligent woman would have made a dignified retreat, but this was New Jersey, where dignity always runs a poor second to the pleasure of getting in someone's face.

I like my nuts," Mooner said. "I don't want them cut off. I'd be, like, nutless then.